Robert Fuller Murray

Undesired Revenge - Poem by Robert Fuller Murray

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Sorrow and sin have worked their willFor years upon your sovereign face,And yet it keeps a faded traceOf its unequalled beauty still,As ruined sanctuaries holdA crumbled trace of perfect mouldIn shrines which saints no longer fill.

I knew you in your splendid morn,Oh, how imperiously sweet!I bowed and worshipped at your feet,And you received my love with scorn.Now I scorn you. It is a change,When I consider it, how strangeThat you, not I, should be forlorn.

Do you suppose I have no painTo see you play this sorry part,With faded face and broken heart,And life lived utterly in vain?Oh would to God that you once moreMight scorn me as you did of yore,And I might worship you again!